"I came up with another idea.” “Oh really?” Eric asked extremely intrigued. “I would love to hear your idea.” “It’s a surprise,” Chell...e winked at him. "Just be at my house tonight by 8pm and don’t ask any more questions.” Eric went home and sat on his couch, but he could not wait for the night so he figured he would take a nap until the night came. He woke up and began getting dressed for the night. He put on jeans, with no underwear, and a t-shirt. He ran out the front door and sped off in. Lynn knew then she would go further than just fantasy with Andrew. She was more aggressive than normal with her husband that night, thinking about what she would do with Andrew when she got the chance. A few days later, Lynn met Andrew at his house to see what type of decorating he had in mind. When she meets prospective clients she always dresses classy, but this time she also makes sure she put her attributes on display. Her husband was the one who bought most of her outfits for her. He liked. The country music, this positively twanged Godsend from the Bible Belt, continued, and maybe those Southerners weren’t so bad after all. She felt relieved to be away from Claude, relieved to have Ted gently caress her shoulders like an old friend who had returned to her doorstep after years of being away.She was also getting quite drunk, and the shock of being doused by ice water changed her a bit. She would never make the same mistake twice. She tried and tested a relationship with one of her. . Art, art was the only thing that could hold his attention now. He would turn her belly into a masterpiece, even if he didn’t fully understand what she expected of him.He turned and peered down into the wooden pots, selecting the dark green pigment and dipping his finger into the liquid. His fingers moved just as they did when he was using his visor, he was no stranger to using a physical medium, though he preferred to paint with a brush rather than his own claws... Trying to ignore the way.